Thug Holiday - YFN Lucci

The good thing about bein' counted out and left for dead

They never see you comin'

Regardless of what you goin' through, young brother

Remember, bad days always a promise that better days is around the corner

I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron

Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that’s on his mind

Feel like you won’t, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine

He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah)

This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits

Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn’t wish that on my enemy

And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous

Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision

This for them thug niggas in the street (Street), can’t go nowhere without the

heat (The heat)

And he ain’t playin' no games, load that bitch and bang it if they want the

beef (Rrah)

Them computer games’ll get you deleted, he ain’t got that iron, he ain’t

sleepin' (Uh-uh)

And lately he been doin' bad, he ready to flash for the littlest reason

Got too many people in the ghetto (Ghetto), it’s hard for me to let go (Let go)

I’ll get all my sleep when I’m dead, bitch, what the fuck I need to rest for?

Bust that boy up, he ain’t die, lil' unlucky, but he blessed, though (You

blessed)

Fuck the police, I ain’t talkin', put me in the room, I got strep throat (Damn)

I ain’t have no money for a pistol, I had to rob a nigga with a fake gun (Get

'em)

Bought a pistol, got caught with it, said «Fuck Bail», now I’m on the run (Run)

Give a fuck if you a lil' older, in these streets you gon' be my son (For real)

Get your money up, 'cause when you beefin' with no money, ain’t no fun

I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron

Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that’s on his mind

Feel like you won’t, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine

He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah)

This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits

Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn’t wish that on my enemy

And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous

Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision

Okay, my young nigga don’t smoke, but he keep a smoke pole, huh

Big bro still smokin' and he on parole

I used to hate my grandma house, that shit was full of roaches, hey

I be paranoid, so watch how you approach me

Ayy, one day, we gon' make it out the ghetto

I had a dream that I was rich, I woke up dead broke (I was dead broke)

I swear, I shed so many tears I can’t cry no more (Cry no more)

They gave lil' bro so many years he can’t slide no more, uh

Chasin' so much paper that my leg broke, yeah, uh

Trappin' and finessin' off a earphone, uh

Ayy, finger-fuck that money, treat it like a redbone

Nigga play, I’ll put his name on a headstone

I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron

Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that’s on his mind

Feel like you won’t, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine

He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah)

This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits

Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn’t wish that on my enemy

And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous

Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision, yeah